Nkwụsị Nke Itoolu
Nkwụsị Nke Itoolu Nwa mmadụ adaa mgboro atọ… I find it fitting in a lot of ways that the analogy I return to you with after my haitus from not posting here, in addition to ihe niile anya m fụgoro in the last two years, bụ a part of the stations of the cross, ụzọ nke obe. Onye ọ bụla ma the stations of the cross ma maka its significance when talking about falling and rising and when talking about afụfụ — especially the kind of afụfụ that leads to some kind of salvation. Mana beyond this deep aspect of what it implies, there are other aspects of this that makes it so fitting for this moment also. One of these ways m na-ekwu maka ya bụ the load of nostalgia stations of the cross in Igbo carries for most people na-agụ this blog. It takes us back to our childhood, to the simpler days, to the East, to a point when the world was sepia-toned n'anya anyị and we were unable to imagine na enwe alụ dị ka APC, MTN network or house hunting in Nigeria's major cities, a time our...
